glass and bone:

Death shattered,

stars strewn across the sky.

Aspects of desire.

I’m warmed by the embers burning.

The cathedral was beautiful,

all glass and bone and wire.

You could almost make out a smile

hanging in the doorframe.

Every home has ghosts,

every family has monsters

lurking in corners.

You know who comes to mind.

I always felt if I fixed others

maybe I would feel less broken.

It took too long to realize it.

I’m not broken, just different.

I’m sorry I hurt you,

I was young and afraid.

I looked at you fondly,

tried to make you home.

I walk out into the sun,

let it burn my skin.

The best disinfectant,

or so they say.

I just wanted to be pure.